there's poetry to it, somewhere

[dancing_crow]

full fathom five thy father lies
buried in his memories,
of his bones are coral made
his past life is naught but smoke
these are pearls that were his eyes
turned to see what no one sees
nothing of him that doth fade
future thoughts have gone astray
but doth suffer some sea change
fully brought, but disarranged
into something rich and strange
and fade again to rearrange


There is some kind of song there, or a parallel set of thoughts
my da is buried in his head,
it is filled with ghosts, and loose pieces of his past
interleaved
his connections to the current place and time are gone
his reference points for navigation
are the answers to the questions he asks,
and those whirl away again as soon as he hears the answer
lost in the current of things he doesn't understand right now
and he has to ask again
for reassurance
for anchoring
catching at wisps of memories
and losing them again, and again, and again

That has to be a hard place for someone whose life was engineering - designing the details, understanding the tolerances, down to thousandths of an inch